Mirror Play

I touch the reflective glass

you try to pull me through

who is reflected here?

not the daughter…

not the mother…

not the wife…

not the teacher…

not the lover…

not the body I occupy…

can we get lost in each other?

uncertain if you are mirage or hyper reality

searching for someone on the other side

as through the looking glass I step

are you waiting for me there?

so many forms fell away 

and the last one pools at my feet like silk

naked before you I am

dancing mirror play



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